Network

Ma jolie and me just got back from Mexico, day or so after the cure apparently got found. I'm damn glad for everyone that things is getting back to normal, but I'mma suggest to the network what I had suggested to me.

If you been in l'hopital for a good long while, and you got a significant other? Have sex. Seriously. Ain't much that makes you feel more alive than good sex. Plus, if you been in hospital for three weeks, it's been too damn long for most people.

Private to Scott: I mean the homme who talked at me who knows my girl Candy. You make it through the plague? If so, maybe we can talk. Shit got more interesting.

Getting back to work means far less fun, extracurricular activities can now happen. Not that I'm upset to be back at my desk, but I've had a taste of something different. Adventure. I don't exactly want to just let that go.

Though I'm happy that everyone is feeling much better these days, I'm kind of sad that break is over. Back to the grind, I suppose.

Well wishes to all who are recovering! Hope you're eating your soup and drinking your tea!

Typing while on major pain medication is hard. Thank the stars for auto-correct. Otherwise, this post would really... yeah.

So, getting shot is annoying, and uncomfortable. Anyone who was thinking to try it? Don't. I can tell you that this is completely not fun. Having bullets removed is even less fun than getting shot, I can tell you. Thankfully, most of it happened when I was unconscious. Apparently blood loss will do that for you.

One a completely other front, getting shot and being out by way of the good medicine helps dreams make more sense. Doesn't mean I could ever been a teen wizard with a skull for a mentor, or light a room on fire, but at least, when compared to being shot, it's a little less traumatic.

I think.

Or that's the drugs talking.

One of those.

Is it against the law to sing while I work on my rose garden?

More importantly, is it against the law to murder obnoxious, nosy neighbours who complain about my singing? Clearly these people have no taste or ear for music, or they'd be throwing money at my feet.

Though admittedly I wasn't trying very hard to sound good, it's better than any of them could do, I'm certain.

I had the strangest dream last night. Not only was I in England, but I had a pretty wicked English accent. But that wasn't the strange part; no not at all. The strange part was that, the hospital I worked at got transported to the moon and invaded by giant rhino/aliens. They were looking for some other alien. And there was man there who called himself The Doctor. He had a blue suit and red chucks and some device that he called a Sonic Screwdriver. And he kissed me.

The other weird part about it was that my parents were divorced and my dad was dating some blond bimbo. Leo was turning twenty one, which is odd since that was a couple of years ago.

Then The Doctor showed up while my entire family was having an argument outside and he had a...a spaceship that looked like a blue police box and he offered to take me on a trip.

I think I'm going to chalk it all up to exhaustion and all that time I spent in the hospital over the last few weeks.

I think part of my problem accepting stuff like death is my degenerate, bohemian lifestyle. I'm not saying I'm going to entirly QUIT with that because it's fun and everything but I AM thinking about potentially changing it, at least a little. To the point where I don't get freaked out by emotions because I'm too numb to deal with them most of the time, and they get overwhelming whenever I'm not stoned or drunk anyway.

So without getting too ahead of myself here, cause c'mon it's me, we all know I'd fail miserably if I did, I think I should get a pet to learn responsibility. Recommendations? Dogs are out because I'm not around enough for that, even if the idea of taking my little purse dog to the set and letting it run wild, then giving it cameos is fucking hilarious.

I'm also someone interested in more exotic animals than not, but I don't really see snakes working out for me. Just not my kind of thing, I guess, plus fiddling with all the heat they need? Not something I"m real confident in.

So basically a pet that can kinda hang out on its own without being too miserable, that I'm not gonna mess up if I change the temperature in the house or anything is what I think I'm going for. Ideas?

I'm so happy to be home. There is no pleasure greater than sleeping in your own bed after not doing so for some time.

Not even the dreams could disturb me. It took a cat to the face to get me to wake up from my nap.

Free at last, Free at last. Thank God Almighty, I'm Free at...

That's tacky even considering it happened on Dr. King Day isn't it? Tacky and privilege showing and all of that, but I AM free now, and can do whatever I want to do whenever I want to do it. That thought is weird. I left the ranch with my stuff when Ollie came to get me yesterday and I'm not sure exactly what my next step is. I wound up on his pullout last night, since his live in apparently dumped him or some shit, believe it or not, and today....

Well, it's back to looking around and seeing what looks and feels right, really. I'm definitely meaning to go check out that church that I saw advertised here. I mean if God can accept a former drunk, former pain pill popping girl who hasn't gotten a GED yet, that is. It's worth trying, I figure, and maybe that's the kind of thing I have to do to get to see Livvie again, getting okay with God and all of that.

I mean, the only thing I know is the answer isn't going to be at the bottom of a pill container or a bottle. That's a good start, right?

Here I am. Eighteen and ready to take the world on again. Having lived through the plague put a lot of things into perspective. That's probably why I cried when Ollie came to get me yesterday. I mean, I hit him first, because he hadn't been there, but then I started crying and I couldn't stop.

It was...a good birthday really. Quiet, but the first I've had in years. We didn't celebrate anything after Livvie died, since it didn't seem worth it, and it made my 'parents' worse. I don't know if that was emotionally unhealthy or not, but it was how it went. Yesterday that changed. With Ollie at least. I'm glad I burnt the bridges with my 'parents' who couldn't even call and were happy to dump me on him.

Ollie dumping me on the ranch...I don't think it was because he wanted to get rid of me anymore, and it's a good place, just, not for me anymore, I guess? I don't know, and if I need the help, I probably can come back, even after I gave them hell at first, but I want to try the real world first. Here goes?

As strange as my dreams are, there's a certain sense of comfort from some of them. A sense that... well, no matter how hard things can be, the Princess will always manage to save the day.

I just wish I could meet her here. The world needs more people like her.

And not only because it'd make me feel less wary of breaking the taboos

Who wants to bring me some Girl Scout Cookies! I know have it on good authority they're being sold in the area.

[Kitty]
>> I might have had a wee little stupid
>> Concerning Faiza

Apparently the world didn't stop while I was stuck at the hospital.

Go figure.

So fucking tired. I'm glad my captain let me go home after I passed out face first into my chicken chow mein. Suffocation by crappy Chinese would be the worst way to die. Hey, valarnet. Guess I should say hi. (Happy now, Jones?)

I can't fucking believe this! Someone stole my ipod while I was out and of course no one is owning up to it. Not that I expected they would, and no one who runs this places can do anything about it. I thought I had it with me in my messenger bag, but I used it last night when I went to bed and left it on the bed. I wish staying in this stupid hostel wasn't my only option, but no one is going to rent a room to a sixteen year old.

Hockey. Is. Back. Okay, I know I'm a little late but this sickness is still wearing off. It's good to actually have something to watch on tv. I mean what is there on to watch on Tuesdays? Someone needs to remedy this.

Is it proper to suggest going to see a horror movie for Valentines day? I mean that's really what I feel like when that holiday comes around. Romantic gestures on V-day just feel fake, staged, and unreal. I know I just made myself unpopular with a lot of people but if you love someone you should show them every day as it's expected on holidays.